[As soon as the feasting and festivities started, Shepard knew this event was going to be trouble. The Mansion just didn't load them up with drinks and food and then leave it at that just for kicks, and she's paying for it now; without the foresight to stock up on supplies, she's got her armor, but her supply of ammunition has almost entirely been depleted, and it's not gonna be very long before she'll desperately need further options. For now, however, she intends on running it dry, springing into action when she sees one (possibly foolish) man horrifically outnumbered.
A sniper shot whizzes past Cullen's shoulder and slams into one of the Frost Giant's arms, the incendiary nature of the round causing it to immediately burst into flames as she runs up behind, switching to her submachine quickly for close-range tactics. Doesn't hurt that it's the one with the most bullets left, either, even if their numbers are verging below a quarter capacity, and her rifle now down to it's final clip.]
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A sniper shot whizzes past Cullen's shoulder and slams into one of the Frost Giant's arms, the incendiary nature of the round causing it to immediately burst into flames as she runs up behind, switching to her submachine quickly for close-range tactics. Doesn't hurt that it's the one with the most bullets left, either, even if their numbers are verging below a quarter capacity, and her rifle now down to it's final clip.]
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